audette rousseau

A near mischievous simper crossed the ballerina's features as she danced away from her companion, her answer near purposefully vague. Her efforts, however, were wholly in vain, Adrien so quickly seeing through them. A feminine giggle left her lips as her shoulder lifted in a vague shrug, that simper hardly wavering from her sweetheart lips. It was his comment to ask for help, however, that only further alit her clove colored irises. "Ah....help? From the man whose shadows seem to have a mind of their own? They seem to control you more than you control them, hm?" She countered, Audette near fearless as she so lightly teased the usually somber Hunter. Oh, how Audette had not missed the way those wisps so reached out to her, ever curious of her light the very moment she stepped within an arm's length. It was as if they too wish to devour her, the young woman hardly believing they were a conscious extension of Adrien's desires so much as a manifestation of those subconscious curiosities. For a man who spoke so strongly of control, Audette questions the extent of his own, albeit playfully. After all, she certainly lived in quite the glasshouse when it came to her own magical aptitudes.

Those flowers so abruptly thrust within her direction, however, caught the young ballerina entirely off guard. It was, admittedly, not the first time she had received a bouquet after a recital or a job well done, though she had certainly not expected any such fanfare tonight. Those french words near immediately left her lips as she reached forward for the bouquet, the fae catching herself quite in mid-sentence. A near apologetic look crossed her feminine features as she attempted yet again within English, thanking him for the flowers she hadn't anticipated. His comment of liking them, however, prompted a warm simper to her features as the girl nodded, her fingers tenderly reaching up to stroke one of those silken petals. "I do. I like them very much." Audette, however, was hardly oblivious to the almost awkward silence that settled between them, albeit brief. The clove hue of her gaze, however, drifted almost expectantly from the flowers nestled within her slender fingertips to the man as his lips suddenly parted. His inquiry, however, caused the girl's head to shift to the side in consideration. "Hm....I have a date with a bottle of chardonnay and a warm bath?" She offered lightheartedly, though Audette was hardly married to that evening she had once planned for herself.

That offer for food however, was one that Audette certainly could not turn down. Dancing beneath those bright lights was...taxing to say the least, hunger so often falling the wake of those recitals even if she strove not to gorge herself entirely. "Dinner sounds...magnifique." The ballerina commented, "But just for one night." She added with an almost mischievous wink, the fae woman perhaps enjoying teasing her companion more than she should. It was, however, that very mention of saving her that saw her shake her head near sharply, even in spite of that handsome boyish grin that so lit up his features. "Ah, non, no more saving, thank you very much. I think I have had quite enough of your city's hospitality to last me a lifetime." The girl insisted, her very features so surely giving away that there was a story though she hardly elaborated as she turned upon her heels, stepping lightly out of the alleyway before glancing over her shoulder at her companion. "Where did you intend to take me, Monsieur Hunter?" Audette was, admittedly, curious just what sort of place he might deem...acceptable for their date - that was what this was, wasn't it?