wereangel ✞

                            “I have my reasons. Let me take the stuff and go,” 

       ❝ Lady, I don't give a fuck even if you need the money for life-saving surgery. ❞ Eyes narrow, shifting her weight from one foot to the other with a scowl painted across her face. It's times like this that she wishes that she hadn't come down to Earth, that maybe she would be more willing to help if she were still an angel. But she's angry, and bitter, and she worked hard for her things.                                   ❝ Go find your own stuff to steal. This is mine. ❞

                     ❝ Are those the two most memorable experiences                           you had there? Raining all the time and that guy? ❞

        There's a small laugh, stifled by her hand, because he looks so confused.                        ❝ Well, I also tried to make those guards with                            the funny hats laugh, but I guess     I'm just                            not a good enough           comedian for that. ❞

               ❝ A horse? Is that — that like a normal thing there? ❞

            ❝ Oh --- maybe? I'm not too sure, I think maybe having                 horses correlates      with having money in the bank. ❞

           ”I’m not sorry!” Why would she be? She was stealing from you. Any apology would be a lie. 

          In any other circumstances, London would most likely be laughing at this girl's attempt. But she's hungry, and hasn't gone hunting in a few days; wolf instincts are telling her to protect her territory or face the harshness of a cold winter without shelter. It wasn't much of a home -- run down, a place to squat really.         Eyes narrow at the girl, arms folding over her chest. ❝ This is not your turf, you will apologize or I will rip your throat out with my bare hand. ❞

                          ❝ i don’t have any clothes on me but                            if you want you can shower or whatever                             and get some clothes from my house. ❞

       ❝ Wait --- really? ❞    Normally when she tells people she's technically       homeless,    they give her this look as if she is the scum of the earth.      That    might be true, but it wasn't exactly her fault.   She had no money    to her name, her name wasn't even considered a legal person.                   ❝ That would be so hecka cool. Thank-you? ❞

                          ❝ it’s fine. though i think you’re in need of a shower. ❞

         ❝ Yeah --- like a week ago. Technically, I'm homeless. ❞               A small chirp to her voice,   not sounding at all upset by               her circumstances. Too much animal in her blood, but               she'll offer the blonde a smile regardless,    shrugging               her shoulders           slightly and inspecting her clothes.          ❝ Oh -- well. Looks like I need new clothes now. ❞

    " confident. beautiful. sassy. god, how are you not in my bed yet? “

        ❝ I'd be careful, I ate the last guy who told me that. ❞

              so for once, she’ without words and               she’s just standing in the middle of               the empty street with her guitar case               in one hand and a coffee in the other.

           She's running --    for god know's what reason, when            she weaves out from    between two cars and smack            bang into the stranger.    And coffee goes everywhere.            And, even though she's drenched, she stifles giggles.                         ❝ Oh --- my god -- I'm so ---- sorry! ❞

aw thanks babe.  ur gorgeous. i’ll make sure to grab that ass by the end of the night. i’ll bake u like 12 batches of cookies too.

sounds like a date.

im offended ur offended. how dare u not swoon in my presence. maybe. if u tell me im pretty first.

i'm offended u just asked me to do that. bb ur beautiful and u know it.