✟ • ✟ 𝔹𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪 𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕤 ✟ • ✟
The (Vampire) Slayer. The Chosen One. The Apocalypse Preventer.
“ I’m no damsel in distress, I’m the thing the monsters have nightmares about. ”
@VeinCrave »keep this up and you might just win the ‘Most Obvious and cliche Vampire in a Teen Drama’ award. What’s next? Brooding on rooftops and writing bad poetry about your eternal hunger?”
@VeinCrave »screamed, ‘I’m the worst decision you’ll ever make.’
I folded my arms, stake in hand. “Really? You’re just out here snacking on people in my town? Broad daylight… or, well, broad moonlight? Subtlety not your thing, huh? Guess some vampires just skipped that day in Evil 101. »
@sisofaslayer “Well, you’d probably be the only little sister to ever not but I’ll take your word for it.” Laughing softly, I move toward the kitchen “I’m good, Dawnie. . . How are you?”
Grabbing an ice cream tub out of the freezer, I look over my shoulder at her,
“Cookie dough ice cream?”
@RedKnightOfHell » something I don’t already know. Like, your real agenda, maybe?”
My voice stays sharp, but my pulse is steady. She might not be evil right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m letting my guard down. Not even for a second.
@RedKnightOfHell » She sips her martini like she didn’t hear me, the picture of smug, obnoxious calm. I sigh, shrugging my shoulder just enough to make her shift. “If you’re gonna keep using me as furniture, at least make yourself useful and tell me»
I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, doing my best to look unaffected—even though the sight of Angel rubbing his eyes, looking almost human, makes my stomach flip in a way I really don’t have time for.
“Light therapy’s overrated anyway,” I say with a smirk, tilting my »
"Not often."
[I mutter, wryly, still rubbing at my eyes. Partially so that she can't see my frown at being on the receiving end of that tone... and partially because the act feels nice. Almost human.]
"Last time I checked, I'm still *flammable*. So, think I'll skip the —
» head. “Ashy isn’t your color. And let’s be real, pale and brooding? It’s kind of your brand.”
I push off the frame and step closer, tapping the desk lightly with my fingers. “But I didn’t come all this way just to watch you nap, Sleeping Beauty.»