kissing death and loosing my breath

There was a certain sort of vulnerability to the young witch - one that could only be seen if someone bothered to look hard enough. The warm, feeble core of the girl was hidden beneath the facade of far too many icy layers, leaving her often seeming abrasive and bitchy when the girl was so much more than that. Through out her time on the streets Serafina had learned that very few individuals actually stuck around in her life. Most of it was simply due to the nature of their lifestyle - they were picked up and taken to foster homes or locked behind steel jail bars. Serafina herself had spent her fair share of time in and out of those halfway houses and in the process she had learned far too well not to get attached because, sooner or later, they all left her. Her bristly demeanor had been created only to serve to protect the girl from the harsh and cruel world she was surrounded by, leaving her hiding her hurt behind a thick, impenetrable veil of anger. Never the less, the woman produce the vial requested from her lips, carefully ensuring her aim left it to fall upon the bed rather than the floor itself. Despite the fury that rested somewhere within her bosom, she had still completed her part of the bargain - she still ensured the were-canine that was so supernaturally attached to her had some chance at healing from whatever travesty had occurred within her self declared home.

Her stormy grey gaze shifted from her inspection of the hidden woman to turn with an icicle tendency towards the Dark Hunter she found herself eternally running into. Her gaze narrowed at his barked words and yet there was no vial venom on her tongue, the girl remaining altogether silent as she watched Azrael approach the wounded girl. She listened to his words, just as she too listened to the beseeching request of her companion to ensure the woman's safety. Frankly, Serafina didn't understand why the wolf had even bothered to begin with. She was on the brink of death as it was. To accept help was some chance of life. Her hesitance was mere folly and it was such that brought a tendril of impatience within the young witch. Serafina knew what that was like - she knew how it felt to want to help someone but be denied simply for what she was. It was a terrible feeling, one she hardly thought the Dark Hunter deserved for his efforts and yet, rather than voicing such inward contempt, Serafina could offer only a shrug and a simple, "Ugh, no, whatever." Her stormy gaze rolled ever so slightly, her arms crossed as she leaned against the doorframe, her attention momentarily distracted by the incessant voicing of her ghastly companion. Despite her efforts to cast him within a corner, the male seemed all the more determined to irk the witch despite the already volatile situation, causing the girl to voice two simple words beneath her breath.

What she didn't expect, however, was that her hunter companion might hear her, pressuming her irritation had entirely to do with him. It had caught her off guard, the ferocity within his tone as he suddenly appeared before her. Her gaze widened ever so slightly in surprise and though she had a perfectly logical explanation, she found herself entirely overwhelmed by the lyrics thrown so abruptly at her. His tone was abrasive at best, clashing like pointed needles against her often poised exterior till the young woman struggled to keep up. The fact that he had finally voiced his affections upon her were nearly entirely lost. Instead, she remained silent and still as he dissected her piece by piece, comparing her to that which she had already held such insecurities over. He disappeared from her gaze, the weight of his hand resting upon her shoulder drawing her eyes as he once again settled behind her. The female was entirely docile as the jacket was slid from her figure and tossed over his shoulder without a care, the man disappearing from her once again the moment she had managed to collect herself.

Unfortunately, whatever composure she had managed to muster was quite instantly ruined by the Dark Hunter's appearance once again in front of her, her eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly in a minute display of disgruntledness. His habit for constant motion seemed to continually throw the girl off guard, frustrating her in some fashion or another. What she hadn't expected, however, was to find his hands balled into her shirt, pulling her closer towards him as his hands hooked under her chin. Her stormy gaze shifted upwards, staring upwards into the golden hue of his irises. She felt the sensation of his lips pressing against her's, her eyelashes slowly closing over her once unblinking gaze as the girl leaned into the man in front of her. The moment had quite literally left the witch breathless, her eyebrows furrowed in an misunderstood confusion. Azrael was a complicated man, of that Serafina had no doubt. Half the time she hardly knew where she stood with him. One moment he was yelling at her at the top of his lungs and the very next she found herself falling into his arms - quite literally. Serafina blinked, looking down at the fellow beneath her before her gaze momentarily darted to the blanketed woman beside her. There was, for but a fleeting moment, a soft sigh on the woman's lips before she found herself once again entranced by the man's embrace, his fever pushing into her soul, fanning the flame of the Lust that Davante had set afire within her.

For a moment, she was drowning in him - in the smell of his clothes, in the feel of his lips and hands. It was a moment she didn't want to lose and one that ended too quickly by the sensation of air rushing past her and a loud thud next to her. The girl pulled back, her lips pressing into a hard frown only to find the auburn haired woman beside them, her fist swinging for the Dark Hunter beneath the witch. She felt a supernatural force pulling her from her position, her back slamming into the wall across the bedroom as her breath left her chest from the impact, despite being otherwise okay. Her grey gaze shifted towards the the pair upon the bed and slowly Serafina pushed herself away from the wall. She saw the harpoon gun pointed at the hunter and yet, she was hardly concerned for his welfare. His speed would benefit him at this. Raven was at a blatant disadvantage. She'd never be able to hit him and yet despite such knowledge, her actions didn't stop the emotions that were invoked within the witch.

It was only when the harpoon gun had clattered to the ground that the girl moved, approaching the threshold in which she first entered. She paused for a moment, her grey gaze glancing backwards at the man she had only moments ago been so very close to. The distance between them now seemed...startling. "I wouldn't blame you, you know." She started, her soprano lyrics soft, "If you didn't bother to heal her. Hell, I don't even want anything to do with her anymore. She's selfish and self centered and will destroy everything that doesn't fit within her perfect bubble of 'what's right'. And that includes us." She paused, glancing towards the bathroom, knowing all too well that the woman on the brink of passing out was unlikely to hear her. "They are her world now. Her life. We're outsiders. I think she's made that painfully clear. I'm tired of being on the receiving end of her incessant disapproval. I'm tired of being yelled at because of who I am or what I like. I'm tired of having to deal with her moping because of what's going on in her world when she can't even give a moment about how I feel. She doesn't deserve your kindness, Azrael. If you need my assistance, I'll stay. But I'd like to be gone before she's awake. I'm done with this -with her. I deserve better than this." Serafina gestured ever so slightly with a flick of her wrist at the harpoon upon the floor, her head shaking ever so slightly. This had very much been as much of a breaking point for her as it had for Raven - the difference, however, was that the witch had a fashion of remaining perfectly calm, sad, even, rather than resorting to the violence that seemed to so characterize the girl that she had once so naively thought could be her friend. She glanced down at the wooden slats beneath her, her voice dropping nearly to a whisper. "I'm going to try to break the spell that binds us together. If I managed to do it, I can undo it."