door that I was going to.”
She steps closer, reaching out to splay her hand over his chest, tapping a fingertip. “If they need a bodyguard to stand watch, I can only assume a certain someone is feeling a little insecure about themselves.”
𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 was such a dangerous emotion for someone who literally fed on them for entertainment; perhaps that could even be put down to the driving force behind her sneaking out of her quarters and taking her on her late-night excursion around Riorson House. On >
His arms remained folded across his chest, his back resting against the wall as his gaze settled upon @SirenOfEmotions.
At such an ungodly hour, it was peculiar to find her wandering about in what appeared to be a robe, particularly with the personality of someone who had-
imagination. “Looking like what?” Her voice was a purr, dripping with her sugary-sweet venom, left palm perched on the subtle curve of her hip. “Do you make a habit of lurking in the shadows…watching me? And I must say. It is bold of you to assume that it was 𝘩𝘪𝘴 >
A low rumble of laughter erupts in her chest at the Sorrengail girl’s attempt at intimidation, her dark curls bouncing down her back as she steps closer to bridge the small gap she left between them. “I must say. I admire your defiance, but sadly, it's lost on me. I can +
Violet's jaw tightens, but the smile that slowly pulls at the corner of her mouth is anything but amused. She takes a step closer, eyes narrowing as she looks Cat over with a quiet sort of defiance.
"Funny. For someone who wasn't raised to tolerate *my kind of people*, you +
that he might hurt you. And you? You treat and talk about him as if he is a prize you have won, and not the leader of a rebellion. So yes, Violet. I do sleep soundly at night, because unlike you, I respect the man he is. He is not a prize to me; he is my destiny, +