[ He's so strong. . . ]
I sincerely doubt I am stronger than you. My strength comes from my plants. . .
[ Ignore the fact that she has superhuman vampire strength-- ]
" Happy Pride to everyone. May this month be filled with joy. "
- With love, from your local Panromantic Demisexual Plant Based Vampire (affectionately known as Dahlia)
"I'd quite like that."
She mused, hand gently cupping his cheek.
"Warm, soft, comfortable, kind, handsome. . . Yes, I think I could get used to being attached to you."
She giggles a bit after her words; even her fangs poked through a bit with how much she was smiling.
A brief pout lines her features, though smiling as she was hugged closer and wrapping her arms around him.
"I'm feeling much better now that you're holding me."
She murmured, gently squeezing him.
She seemed hesitant honestly; pondering the implications-- they could get in a lot of trouble.
Though honestly, it did sound rather exciting. . .
"Won't we get caught?"
" Yep, if we're gonna sin, we're gonna sin proper. "
Aleksander gives her a grin. What a complex relationship he has with his religion.
" Thats what makes it excitin'. "
"It's just a suspicion I have."
She stated, a pale tinge of pink showing in her pale features.
"An abandoned church--?"
She repeated, surprised at the suggestion.
"And--. . . We'd be intimate there, then?"
" Oh look at ya, putting thoughts of sin in me head. We might have to get you that outfit a bit early. "
He snickers at her adorable reaction.
" And we might make it out of the house and into . . maybe an abandoned church. "
"Aw, Motty. . ."
She smiled a bit, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear.
"We can do it then, I suppose. Though. . . I can't imagine we'll make it out of the house."
She giggles a bit.
" As god is my witness, I think you'd look bloody stunnin' as a nun. "
Aleksander chuckled to himself,
" Much better than the ones I saw at church when I was a tyke, no offense to the mother matrons. "
"Mn?"
A head tilt at the snapping and pointing.
"That'd certainly be. . . different. Do you think I'd look nice in a nun's outfit?"
She asked, pondering the question herself truth be told.
A smile shown in her features in his laughter-- he was so cute.
"It's admittedly a bit difficult for me to let loose. I had a very strict upbringing-- but. . . I'm willing to try with you."
Came her soft utterance, though nodding eagerly at his words.
" Hah! Don't you worry about apologising sunflower, I love seeing ya get to let loose for once! "
Throwing back his head in laughter for a moment. He then points his hand out towards the pencil, making a beckoning motion with his finger,
" You'll be casting spells with the +
Eyes widened as the pencil shot up into the ceiling, stunned to say the least. Anger melted away, and she was left staring at her handiwork.
She froze, trying to register what happened until he spoke, the vampire awkwardly smiling and rubbing the back of her head.
Where before it floated or spun, with the raise of her voice and the upwards action of her hand, the pencil didn't spin.
As if the lead in the sharpened tip was magnetically yanked by a force much greater than gravity, it shot upwards, straight up into the roof.
Cracks +
"Sorry."
Came her soft voice, looking back to the male.
"I ah, don't often get angry. I don't find it a constructive emotion and it has been conveyed to me that a young lady shouldn't be angered over trivial matters. . ."
She stated sheepishly, embarrassed over her actions.