i'll be with you still

you are the angel that I couldn't kill

Adrien could have sworn the woman said parfait, but to be terribly honest, her accent made everything sound like french and exotic. It was.... Cute. Everything about her was cute. All he could hear was the lilt of her giggle at the expense of his confusion as she corrected him without further elaborating, it was like she had wanted him confused. Did she take pleasure in it? Maybe that was a fairy thing. He rose a hand in a sheepish manner to rub the base of his neck near sheepishly at her response. "I thought you were talking about, you know when they have those cups with layers of ice cream, fruit and whipped cream?" It had been a long time since he heard anything french and he barely remembered anything from when he was a boy, he was far more focused on his sports. He shook his head as the girl seemed to continue laughing at him! What a sound it was! If only it wasn't AT him. It had to be a first that someone found him so terribly amusing, especially when he hadn't even intended it. He really was a fish out of water? When did he get so bad... at this woman thing?

They continued on, fortunately to the struggling hunter, he garnered a little insight on the fae, on her. Huh. Well it would seem he had a lot to learn. How little he knew about the woman that sat across from him let alone her species. It was almost surprising after she had seen what he had done and not been afraid of him... that she still chose to see him, alone. French sporadically peppered her words as she spoke, that one word that no man who took a woman on a date... wanted to hear. He could interpret those words loud and clear. Mon amie.... My friend. Oh great, he was friend-zoned. Why did it bother him? Perhaps he should have been relieved. The hunter shouldn't even be pursuing a fae or a woman when his life... was complicated with his late nights, the killing, the intense focus and schedule. Not to mention... he made a lot of enemies. Why did this little creature create so much tumult within him? It should have been clear. He swept any of those ridiculous thoughts from his mind, the hunter content to simply do as he did when he hunted. Fighting could be like.... Social interaction. He was.... When did he get so terrible at this? Hell.. he even sucked connecting to Alistar.

Perhaps he needed to just focus on the now... Thats what he had to do when fighting. Take every blow as it came... anticipate your opponent. Well at least he could get the first part right. Focused in the moment, he placed his arm upon the table top curious as she spoke about food. Yet pain of chocolate? What a strange name! "Pain of chocolate? That sounds concerning, what is it?" He questioned curiously, unable to picture anything more than chocolate being tortured. He could hardly help that quirk of his lips, some of that strangely insistent wariness having fled him.

She spoke of her home, it seemed to conflict the woman, at least from what he could see making her both sad and happy at once. The classic signs of homesickness. If she loved it there, Sacrosanct surely would not compare. However, there was much to be said about the city and part of him wished... to show it to her, at least from his own eyes without the stalking ones prey part. He did after all, know every last alleyway and quiet, hidden crevice within the concrete jungle he had called his part-time home. He was content to listen to her speak, the hunter had to give the blonde fae the entirety of his attention to listen closely to every word, just to make sure he heard her right. How he seemed to like that pleasant accent he had decided, a mixture of her voice and how she said things. But when she spoke of something she loved, her face lit right up like she might very well access her powers, but it was in actuality, all her. The place she described seemed peaceful to him, it was as though he could picture it perfectly within his mind. "Now... I am afraid... all I picture is you skipping through endless fields of green, picking flowers and making those... flower crowns. Geez Audi.. please tell me I am close.." He teased, he was unable to hide the humour in his baritone voice. What else was there to do in a small town? "Sacrosanct... has its charms though. That is... if you know where to look." He rose his shadowy purple eyes to meet her own warm brown as he offered a hint within his words. Perhaps to spark a semblance of interest within the girl.

The food finally arrived and not too soon, he was starving, he was amazed how many dishes the waitress could balance upon a singular tray. His tense broad shoulders had eased, they were always so tense, as if he could never really settle, as if some part of him was always on the ready. His strange anxiousness soon lifted like dawn fog as the sun rose. For a moment it was just like.. They were just themselves. He had forgotten exactly what he was fretting about before, in fact he was content to forget he was a hunter, a lone wolf of a man and she was a fairy who didn't have to eat to survive.

The spread was impressive... Adrien knew he had gone a little overkill with the sheer amount he ordered and yet if she were to only experience this once! She had better get her fill. A true experience if it were. She seemed to watch the food in awe, unable to settle on any one thing. He could have sworn she seemed excited rather than daunted by the feast before them! A woman with a passion for food! So the little country ballerina had an adventurous streak.

It was her inquiry of one of the dishes that drew his mind back toward what could easily be the overwhelming. It was a tame choice for her. A good choice, a safe one to start. "Oh that one is basically potatoes with garlic.. Go on try it." He urged before making his own selection, popping a bite size morsel into his mouth. That was good. He was almost pleased to hear the satisfied sound of the ballerina. Who didn't like potatoes? A monster he was sure. "I know they are addicting.." He seemed pleased to hear it, a sense of excitement in showing her this place. He happily explained each dish to her as they tried them. Now... for the questionable one. "Try the....cuttlefish." He gestured toward the dish in the centre. "I have to admit your fearlessness impresses me. For a country girl..." His fork poised for a taste, the pair seemed to.... Both intentionally or not saved that one for last. "I admit.. I've never tried this one before....." He reached with his fork to spear a bite upon his fork, the metal clinked with the bottom of the plate.. "Since you're so fearless you go first." He waited long enough for the adventurous woman to take a bite before he took his own.

Adrien Westward